February 14, 2015
Abigail found herself immersed in lush vegetation. It was dark. Recognizing her surroundings by color was impossible. Rather, it was the shape of the leaves she brushed aside that she recognized. Were these corn stalks? Up ahead, a sulfurous light appeared, exposing some of the green. But it was merely the hermit making his rounds. The hermit found meaning in even the simplest life events, like buying a Muscle Milk and coffee cake from the gas station on a snowy morning around 6:00 am. He would relish in the young attendant's brief attention, imagining a felt connection, knowing differently.